Note: alright, im back and feeling a little bit better. Too bad those throat lozenges do nothing but
make the whole inside of my mouth feel numb. And since I've gotten sick, everything I put in my
mouth tastes really weird. But the story must go on...oh yes, and I don't own Listerine (this is getting
rediculous).
Shippou, Kagome, Sango, and Miroku all knelt before Lady Sadako as she welcomed the
foreigners to her palace. (Inuyasha refused to do so). The Lady was stunning, a fierce beauty with
hard, indigo eyes and radiant black hair cascading down her back. Gazing at the strange group of
travelers, Sadako spotted the monk Naraku had sent her.
The old scars of hate imbedded at the core of her memory emerged as fresh and bitter as
ever. This is the man! She thought with ecstacy. He is the samurai that killed me twenty years ago!
The black ponytail, purple eyes, and playful smile were all unmistakable. Oh, how she
would make him pay for the pain he put her through. He would soon know her poison. Tonight,
after she lured the monk to a quiet chamber, he would die.
Feeling as though she was chewing on a mouthful of sour lemons, Sadako found it hard to
force a smile to the visitors as she ordered the gaurds to take them to their room. "You must stay the
night," Sadako cooed. "I couldn't possibly send you back into the cold darkness , now could I?"
"Lady Sadako most definantly has a demon of some sort in her," Sango pointed out later as
the group prepared for bed. "She had that hard, malicious look in her eye. A demon was peering out
of her head."
Kagome spat out her mouthwash, a futuristic habit she couldn't seem to break in the past
where there was no Listerine. "The old man said Sadako was a sweet young lady, not intimidating in
the least. Try as I might, I couldn't see that sort of personality in her a few minutes ago." It was like
trying to picture Kikyo as a saint, she thought.
"That ain't no angel princess we just saw," Inuyasha put in. "What I don't understand is
why a demon spirit would possess a princess so she could seduce men, then kill them."
Kagome clenched her fists. "That's so.....grrr... sick! I don't know what to say! What Lady
Sadako, or her demon, is doing is wrong."
"Did you see the charms hanging along the walls of the throne room?" Sango asked.
"Crystal amulets and small statues at the foot of the throne. If we want any success in battle with
Sadako's demon, we must lure her away from that room where her power is the greatest."
"These halls," the hanyou grumbled. "They reek of blood. She must've killed a dozen men
so far. Funny how they all turned out to be monks. Better watch your back Miroku."
Sango's heart skipped a beat as she came to the sudden desperate realization. "Where is he?!
Miroku's not here!"
make the whole inside of my mouth feel numb. And since I've gotten sick, everything I put in my
mouth tastes really weird. But the story must go on...oh yes, and I don't own Listerine (this is getting
rediculous).
Shippou, Kagome, Sango, and Miroku all knelt before Lady Sadako as she welcomed the
foreigners to her palace. (Inuyasha refused to do so). The Lady was stunning, a fierce beauty with
hard, indigo eyes and radiant black hair cascading down her back. Gazing at the strange group of
travelers, Sadako spotted the monk Naraku had sent her.
The old scars of hate imbedded at the core of her memory emerged as fresh and bitter as
ever. This is the man! She thought with ecstacy. He is the samurai that killed me twenty years ago!
The black ponytail, purple eyes, and playful smile were all unmistakable. Oh, how she
would make him pay for the pain he put her through. He would soon know her poison. Tonight,
after she lured the monk to a quiet chamber, he would die.
Feeling as though she was chewing on a mouthful of sour lemons, Sadako found it hard to
force a smile to the visitors as she ordered the gaurds to take them to their room. "You must stay the
night," Sadako cooed. "I couldn't possibly send you back into the cold darkness , now could I?"
"Lady Sadako most definantly has a demon of some sort in her," Sango pointed out later as
the group prepared for bed. "She had that hard, malicious look in her eye. A demon was peering out
of her head."
Kagome spat out her mouthwash, a futuristic habit she couldn't seem to break in the past
where there was no Listerine. "The old man said Sadako was a sweet young lady, not intimidating in
the least. Try as I might, I couldn't see that sort of personality in her a few minutes ago." It was like
trying to picture Kikyo as a saint, she thought.
"That ain't no angel princess we just saw," Inuyasha put in. "What I don't understand is
why a demon spirit would possess a princess so she could seduce men, then kill them."
Kagome clenched her fists. "That's so.....grrr... sick! I don't know what to say! What Lady
Sadako, or her demon, is doing is wrong."
"Did you see the charms hanging along the walls of the throne room?" Sango asked.
"Crystal amulets and small statues at the foot of the throne. If we want any success in battle with
Sadako's demon, we must lure her away from that room where her power is the greatest."
"These halls," the hanyou grumbled. "They reek of blood. She must've killed a dozen men
so far. Funny how they all turned out to be monks. Better watch your back Miroku."
Sango's heart skipped a beat as she came to the sudden desperate realization. "Where is he?!
Miroku's not here!"